Bread From Heaven - Gene Loves Jezebel

From the depths, mutants crawling

Sprawling from the caves

And from this land they call our fathers'

A chorus begs for bread

I heard it called a wilderness

This desert is man-made

And the creatures mill around, bemused

Asking who’s to blame

If the powers that be

Truly believe in an eye for an eye

And if the punishment should fit the crime

Then the gallows await

Bread from Heaven

Powerless, we are powerless

The ants must climb this towering locust

Bringing it to its knees

And we should crush this swollen insect

And regain our dignity

Yes, yes, flesh is carved with wraps and chain

And on his flesh the calves of waste